Re: Of Nations and Love (1b/1
anonymous
February 28 2010, 20:01:34 UTC
He had known then, known exactly who it was he had riding him, guiding him instead of the other way around, and when they landed Pooka had given his England a proper bow, extending his friendship. And to this day, all those centuries later, England remained his friend, though he was quite a bit older and now weighed with hurts and memories from all he had seen and done. He even joined Pooka occasionally in his tricks and mischief, luring humans to Pooka with tales of a magnificent black horse that had golden eyes, laughing for hours at the wobbly-kneed riders that dismounted after. And to this day England remained who Pooka went to whenever he felt somewhat blue by how the times had changed. Hence, his mission today
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Re: Of Nations and Love (1c/1
anonymous
February 28 2010, 20:03:39 UTC
He was tall, broad in the shoulders and slimmer at the waist with warm colored skin that spoke of sunshine, larger and obviously physically stronger than England, but there was a gentle motion to his hands. His hair was as golden as the rest of him, with one odd piece of hair that stuck up against gravity and he had a pair of glasses over his closed eyes, his smile wide and welcoming as he pressed one into England’s lips
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Re: Of Nations and Love (1c/1
anonymous
February 28 2010, 20:06:41 UTC
“Brilliant. Hands above your head then.” America gave England a good-natured roll of his eyes before he complied, smile settling into something less playful and more loving, full of trust and anticipation. He settled his hands above his head, stretching his arms back as well, giving England a quick wiggle of his eyebrows to show he wasn’t going to move. England pushed himself back up so that he was sitting upright on America’s hips again, and returned America’s look, the unspoken agreement passing between them that America’s hands would not move from until England said so
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Re: Of Nations and Love (1d/1
anonymous
February 28 2010, 20:08:12 UTC
The game was done and now, now the love began, America’s slicked up fingers pressing into England in gentle time and England arching back into them, his head tilted back and eyes closing as those fingers stretched and sought the spot that made him shiver. Pooka knew enough about human mating to know the mechanics and parts involved. And when the fingers were removed and England slid back, taking nearly all of America into his body in one fluid motion, Pooka found that he was no longer saddened by his own worries or troubles. Watching his dear England move in time with his America, bringing each other to heights and feelings they could not achieve alone, holding onto to each other and pressing lips together in time with their joining, he found his soul content once more. Watching love, real love, always seemed to make any other problem seem inconsequential in the end because if there was love like this, then surely magic could exist as well
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And considering that America is a Cowboy who loves the freedom of the skies, I think he can handle a flying horse JUST FINE.
Fear the aviator, Pooka. <3
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America is a cowboy so he might be able to handle Pooka. Maybe ^_^
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lolol America riding Pooka. Omake please? :D
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Omake? Hmm...maybe, we'll see ^_^.
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But even so, he will deny the existence of fairy
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*shot*
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